Although this sounded like concern, Qi Yue actually couldn't wait for Chu ngting to fail to sell the house. And based on past cases, and Chu ngting's complexion at the mont, Qi Yue felt she guessed right.
However, what she didn't know was that the reason for Chu ngting's poor complexion was because she felt distressed for Xiao Feng spending the money unwisely, not because it wasn't sold.
"It's settled, I'm going to get the purchase contract now." Chu ngting said as she walked, heading straight to the second floor.
"..." Qi Yue sat on the sofa feeling a bit disoriented, like she was dreaming and it wasn't real.
Chu ngting actually made a sale?
And it was a direct sale that earned an over 800,000 commission?
It's no exaggeration to say that this single business deal is equivalent to a few months of effort for other sales reps.
Because buying a ready-to-move-in house is ultimately rare, or rather, those who can afford it are people with connections and backgrounds. Even though they pay upfront, the company would secretly refund part of it.
But the problem is, regardless of what shady operations happened in between, the 800,000 commission in hand is real, hard cash. Why did such a good thing fall on Chu ngting?
"Damn it!" Qi Yue cursed, then lit a ladies' cigarette and started speculating about the inside story.
In terms of looks, figure, education, and reading people, she thought she had a crushing advantage, so why did such a good thing happen to soone not up to her level?
The more Qi Yue thought about it, the more upset she beca. She secretly decided with a hardened heart and headed to the manager's office on the top floor.
No matter why Chu ngting succeeded, Qi Yue thought she needed to give her so trouble first.
One has to admit, the jealous nature of won is truly terrifying. The two have no real grievances, yet because of so absurd reasons and unbalanced mindset, it's as if they wish to see each other fall.
If Xiao Feng knew about this, he might conclude that the real, naked hatred lies between people in the sa trade.
Take Qi Yue, would she feel unbalanced because Mr. Ma beca the richest man in the country through e-comrce?
Obviously not.
But Chu ngting is different, she's a colleague and even a subordinate.
"You're better than , but why?"
...
Xiao Feng and Du Qingyue returned to the sales office, with Chu ngting bringing the purchase contract. They sat down face-to-face.
Just when Xiao Feng was about to sign, Chu ngting stopped him, saying, "I still have to say, this house genuinely isn't worth this price, and having it sold through makes feel guilty."
"It's okay; we won't actually spend that much money," Du Qingyue comforted, sowhat admiring such a candid attitude, and after all, the repeated dissuasion was for their own good.
"Not spending that much money?" Chu ngting didn't quite get what Du Qingyue ant, but having worked there for a while, she understood so hidden operations.
Hearing Du Qingyue say this, Chu ngting stopped objecting and placed the contract, pen, and a box of ink pads in front of Xiao Feng.
Just as Xiao Feng picked up the pen to sign, the elevator door opened and a sowhat familiar person walked straight over.
"Mr. Xiao?" the suit-wearing man greeted him from afar, with an expression of being slightly taken aback by the encounter.
Qi Yue was a bit flustered. The manager actually knew that man?
At this mont, she was glad she didn't badmouth Chu ngting in front of the manager, otherwise, she'd be the one in trouble.
Xiao Feng slightly frowned, he had realized where he had t the person but couldn't rember his na, which was awkward.
The greeting man's na was Zhao Qi, the sales manager of Jinyue Garden, responsible for all real estate sales in Jiangcheng, and was also the son of a Jinyue Group executive, essentially there to gain experience.
The eting between Xiao Feng and him could be traced back to when Chang Xinyan hosted a al for Xiao Feng, and Zhao Qi was one of the accompanying staff, simply there to eat and laugh as the background.
So, it was actually quite normal for Xiao Feng not to rember his na.
"Old Wang!" Xiao Feng laughed heartily, got up to shake hands with Zhao Qi, patting his shoulder enthusiastically, looking like close brothers.
Both Chu ngting and Qi Yue were shocked. They clearly knew their manager's na, but Xiao Feng called Zhao Qi "Old Wang," maybe it's a nickna?
But this didn't seem right either, why change a person's surna for a nickna?
Zhao Qi's smile froze, with lips twitching unnaturally: "My last na is Zhao, Zhao Qi."
"Oh, oh, oh, right, right." Xiao Feng smacked his forehead: "See, I'm so scatterbrained. No mistake, you're Old Zhao. There were too many people at that al, got all their nas confused. So, are you here for house hunting too?"
In fact, Xiao Feng thought his handling of this was nearly perfect.
Although there was so deviation from his expectations, at least it spared the other person embarrassnt. Doing this was far better than directly asking "What's your na?"
It showed improvent in emotional intelligence, at least that's what Xiao Feng thought.
Zhao Qi cald his emotions and smiled, "I'm the sales manager here. Is Mr. Xiao here to buy a house?"
"Yes." Xiao Feng chuckled happily: "I'm just about to sign the contract."
"Since Mr. Xiao is interested in this place, I certainly have no objections." Saying this, Zhao Qi looked over at Qi Yue and Chu ngting: "Apply the lowest discount and lower the price as much as possible."
"Okay!" Qi Yue and Chu ngting nodded in unison. The manager's lowest price ssage surely differed by tens of thousands compared to their own lowest price.
After the instruction, Zhao Qi politely said, "Mr. Xiao, please sit tight, I have sothing to attend to, excuse for a mont."
Having said this, without waiting for Xiao Feng to respond, he hurriedly headed out of the sales office.
Watching their manager's back, both Qi Yue and Chu ngting inexplicably felt that the manager seed a little afraid of Xiao Feng.
If Zhao Qi knew about this thought, he would probably be shedding tears; this wasn't just fear, it was downright terror.
Zhao Qi still rembered how Xiao Feng asked for cars and hotels from Chang Xinyan and feared that leaving might cost him a villa entirely.
Yet, he still couldn't escape Xiao Feng's grasp...
Xiao Feng quickly stepped forward, put an arm around Zhao Qi's neck: "Why leave in such a hurry? We rarely et, I'll host tonight, let's drink and not return until we're drunk."
Hearing the word "brothers," Zhao Qi's body shook, and a thousand wild horses galloped through his heart.
"Da da da, da da da..."
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